Children
Children
Laughing and dancing,
crying and falling.
Hurting,
loving
Twisting,
turning.
Carefree and careful
Innocent (or so we say).
Pain that leaves.
It's all gone to soon,
the clock ticks away the days, hours, seconds
Until we are
stressed and hassled
no time for laughing
a lot more caution, and lot less caring.
No time for
joy.
Pain that stays.
The clocks tick away the days, hours, seconds
Until we are
No longer
Children.
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